Whippet puparazzi catch a shot of Ribsy and Mirabel stuck in traffic on the 403 highway.
"We could get there faster by running," a frustrated Ribsy grumbled to Mirabel.
"I told you to just pay the damn toll fee and take the 407 instead," Mirabel spat back. "It's your fault, you cheapo."
Today's Steps for Life 5k walk was truly inclusive. A dog treat station, water bowls, and colorful bandanas and ribbons made for a great day for the dogs. Ribsy and Mirabel even met another whippet on the walk. Hi Gordon, wherever you may be!
And knowing that they were walking (ok Ribsy and Mirabel really, really, really wanted to run the course) in support of families of workplace tragedy just made it all the more satisfying.
27 degrees and humid. Just the way Ribsy likes it.
Pant, pant.
Oh, whippets and their addiction to the sun.
"You know what I think," said Mirabel. "The fact that we've both got our mouths completely locked on this frisbee together means we actually do quite fancy each other. I mean, we're practically kissing."
"Get a grip, Mirabel," Ribsy retorted. "No, not that kind of grip. Let go!"
Ribsy and Mirabel rarely show off their tongues. That's because they're usually walking at a comfortable pace while Girl is running her butt off. Or maintaining a snooty, uppity look when passing other dogs on leash.
But today at the park, they let them all hang out as frisbee toss after toss, Ribsy and Mirabel went at it in a fierce battle for ultimate whippet supremacy. In the end, Girl declared a tie, and the dogs went home spent, panting and smiling all the while.
Sunny weather, solid running ground, and a day off = ripe conditions for a frisbee catching montage.
Whippet key: Ribsy -> green coat / Mirabel -> red coat
Serious Mirabel on the hunt for caves in the fascinating Eramosa Karst Conservation Area.
Then lightening up and letting loose on the slushy trails.
Only to have Ribsy blast onto the scene, leaving Mirabel in the snow dust and reminding everywhere here that this is Ribsy's blog, first and foremost. Possessive today, aren't we, Magoo?
"Me Too Mirabel" (As in "Why does Ribsy get his photos plastered all over this blog like he's the only whippet around? ME TOO!") has her turn at the spotlight today.
By the way, is it true what they say about second-born whippets? That there aren't as many photos, or as much due attention paid to them as compared to first-borns? Girl doesn't think that's true. She and Boy adopted Mirabel when she was already a year old, so that's why there isn't a plethora of her puppy photos hanging around - and not because they didn't bother to take any. Let the record show.
Also let the record show that Girl's been busy snapping photos of both of them, whenever she has a hand free of leashes, poop bags and car keys.
So here you go, photos of sweet, fast and sassy Miss Mirabel:
Day 5 of the Walkout on Winter. Unfortunately the bathroom business must go on, no matter what the weather. So Ribsy presents a tutorial on how to get the job done quickly.
Let mountains of snow settle.
Look for a good spot to dash out to:
It's business time:
Retreat, retreat, retreat!
Make haste up the stairs:
Back to couch.
Walkout on Winter, Day 4. Frankly, Ribsy and Mirabel are so done with this weather. They've had enough. Today's strategy? Sleep. Perhaps they'll wake up and see grass again. The good news is that it's supposed to RISE to -6 in the morning.
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